What forces me to rise from my slumber with a flame burning within

Are the lips from which fluent words spew gripping at my loins to move 

It's like I'm floating chasing an aroma clearly seen in the sky 

But instead I'm a zombie moving with no thought at all

Running on autopilot towards such a magnificent sound 

That sounds like a symphony of instruments 

Pulling at me like a puppet master moving their creation

I'm captured within this angels voice racing to see this blessing 

Knowing that when I make it to those gates I won't be disappointed

For at that moment I will know that I've been called home

With warmth and no more cares here in this life.